An instant of the earth,
an ease with things,
a morning blessing we offer
and remember, a home
found in the turmoil: a time
that you understood a little at a time, slow
constructions a little at a time, an earthly
calendar. I don't know
what happened then, but what
happened, my love, and why,
and why?
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